Lucy had one of her most epic tantrums yesterday. I'm not completely sure what brought it on, but it seems to have been a combination of unfilled expectations (I didn't have the ipod with her stories on it), disappointment (I had just picked her up from a fun play date) and fatigue (she had been up past 9 pm the night before, which is like midnight to a girl who has no problem retiring for the night at 6:30 pm).
I put her in the car, and she was screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", kicking the seats, punching her booster seat, and carrying on. Nothing I hadn't seen before.
But I knew this tantrum was special when she said that she didn't like Mama, she didn't like Papa, she didn't like brothers or anyone. As we drove by a soccer field, she cried for me to drop her off there all by herself.
But the best was when she said, "I don't like Mama! And I don't like the BIBLE!!"
Ooo, she was really going in for the kill with that one.
It took all the way from her friend's house to Walter's school for her to calm down. She was still mad when we arrived.
But her heart miraculously changed when we got out of the car to go find Walter in the library.
As she skipped toward the door of the school, she turned to me and said, with some real regret, "I'm sorry for my tantrum, Mama" and she gave me a good hug.
I love that she was able to come to that all on her own. Man, it is not really easy to admit our own shortcomings, is it?